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The Woman Of The Cemetery
Outside an isolated cemetery
A lady walks through a foggy night
Always the same night...May Seventh
She never moves from her path
Always looking straight ahead
She can speak but she has no voice
Even the birds and animals are silent
She is never seen for too long
As you pass and maybe look back for her
She becomes part of the fog
And goes back to her world
Wherever that may be
© Poem – XXI/V/MMXXIV
LRET
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Lord R. E. Taylor
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